Texas Fandango: Texas Montgomery Mavericks, Book 3 by Cynthia D’Alba

She wanted him and she would get her fill for the next two weeks. After the two weeks, who knew?
    Luckily for her, they didn’t live in the same town, so running into each other on the street after this trip would be rare. No embarrassing encounters. No awkward conversations. The distance between their homes would, for once, work in her favor if their relationship, or whatever it was, didn’t last past the flight home. Not running into him daily should make walking away easier in the end.
    The pool was shallow enough that her head was above the water when she was standing but deep enough that the rest of her body was covered. Drake watched her approach through hooded eyes. He’d lost his smile and his face now reflected a seriously aroused expression. Green irises dark with desire. Nostrils flared. Breathing faster than normal.
    As she neared, he finally moved, reaching out his hands to grab her arms and pull her toward him until they collided.
    As she’d suspected, he was naked. His penis was thick and hard and, right now, pressed firmly into her abdomen when their bodies met. KC’s breath caught. She’d never seen him naked, never had the nerve to ask Olivia about sex with Drake. It had seemed incredibly tacky to lust after her cousin’s husband and live out a fantasy sex life by asking her. But now? She’d get to discover all the man had to offer, and she was ready to get started.
    “Will there be anything before I go?”
    Damn. She’d forgotten Fernando.
    “No. I think that’s it,” Drake said over her shoulder, keeping her front pressed to his. “We’ll be wanting dinner later. Do I call you?”
    “Yes, sir.” Fernando pointed to the phone. “Just ring me at extension sixteen.”
    “Great. Thanks.”
    Fernando gave a shallow bow and walked around the corner. The sound of his feet on the rock steps was quiet, but as soon as KC heard it, she breathed a sigh of relief.
    “What’s wrong?” Drake asked, lifting her chin to look in her eyes. “Don’t like having our own personal butler?”
    “Oh, no. I love that. It’s just the him-seeing-me-naked part that I wasn’t ready for.”
    He laughed and wrapped a strong leg around hers. “Shouldn’t bother you. You look fantastic all in the buff.”
    She dipped her chin. For all her big talk, she’d never been much of a public exhibitionist. She hoped he believed the sun was the cause of the heat she felt crawling up her face.
    After gathering her nerve, she kissed him, firmly pressing her tongue into his mouth. Moving the tip in and out. Tasting his tongue. The inside of his cheek. Licking his teeth. Using her teeth to take small nips of his lips.
    A growl deep inside Drake vibrated his chest. Her female soul cooed with pleasure. He slid his wide hands up her back then around to her breasts, massaging them, weighing each of them in the palms of his hands. He plucked her nipples, rolling and tugging firmly on them between his fingers.
    Her gut jerked behind her naval. She kissed her way off his mouth and onto his cheek, then nibbled and kissed along his cheek up to his ear. She ran the tip of her tongue around the rim and into the opening.
    He glided his slippery hands down to her ass and gave each globe a thorough massage while holding her firmly against his long, thick cock. She moved her hips from side-to-side, rubbing her mons and abdomen against him. When she groaned and thrust strongly on his shaft, he skimmed the palms of his hands down her thighs.
    “Lift your legs. Wrap them around me.” His voice was guttural and rough and, God, she loved it.
    In response to his deep, coarse voice, her sex throbbed and demanded attention. She brought her legs up to wrap around him, but he pushed them wider apart to allow him to stand between her thighs. He pushed a finger into her canal, their gazes locked, both watching the other for a reaction as he added a second finger. When he began thrusting and twisting his thick fingers inside her, her stomach muscles